Gaël faye

Enough 

[Verse 1]
I wake in the static
words folded back on themselves—
echoes spill from the ceiling
and I don’t know which are mine
Your silence hums like a circuit
looping the same confession—
everything slips through the cracks
but I still hold the sound of your breath

[Pre-Chorus]
There’s a limit to my waiting
a rhythm to the ache
but I’m still standing
inside your unfinished songs

[Chorus]
Everything in its wrong place
every word half-erased—
still I carry the weight of enough
to love you
to break you
to hold when the walls start to move

[Verse 2]
Your heart is a shutter—
opening closing
letting in fragments of light
I lean against the frame
hoping the door remembers my key
I count the spaces between beats
the pauses heavy as stone—
they ask if love has a limit
and I answer—only the ones we broke

[Pre-Chorus]
There’s a pulse beneath the silence
a ghost in every line
and I am here
caught in your echo’s design

[Chorus]
Everything in its wrong place
every word half-erased—
still I carry the ache of enough
to love you
to break you
to hold when the walls start to move

[Bridge]
Is this love or the ghost of it?
Is this love or the lack of it?
Is this love…?

[Final Chorus]
Everything in its wrong place
but your name still burns in the static
The limit of love is not distance—
it’s silence
and I refuse to be silent

Enough

He was born into the sound of gunfire, his first lullaby the echo of destruction. Childhood was carved from rubble and shadow, each street a reminder of what had been lost. He watched his mother and father fall to a world that seemed designed to break him, yet their absence became the forge that tempered him. The hurt cut deep, but instead of hardening him with hate, it taught him humility.

Every scar in his heart whispered lessons of endurance, every memory a quiet testament to survival. He became a man of pain, carrying the weight of loss, yet his soul remained uncluttered by blame. The world had taken much, but it had not stolen his capacity for kindness, nor his ability to hold space for others without resentment.

In his eyes, you could see the echoes of grief and the calm of a heart that had learned to bend without breaking. Though forged in fire and shadowed by sorrow, he walked the earth with quiet strength, a man shaped by loss, yet defined by love, humility, and a peace that comes not from forgetting, but from choosing to rise above the world’s cruelty.

Only Way Is Up

Gaël Faye

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